Desperation Page #4

get back to my roots.

That's amazing.

Sir, can I

can I have your autograph?

I mean, that'd... that'd...

that'd make my whole day.

Hell, that'd make

my whole year.

Yeah, that'd be fine.

Right here and?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- All right.

Could you just make it out

to Collie Entragian...

your number one fan.

Thank you.

I heard you saw some

pretty hairy stuff in the 'Nam.

I was just

a correspondent, officer.

Just one more

ink-stained wretch.

But, I must say...

that the Vietnam experience

defined me.

Nobody wrote about

'Nam like you.

I heard you saved some soldiers...

when some suicide gook

blew up a restaurant.

Well, it was gut check time

for a lot of us.

We did what we could.

Yeah, well, some people

don't do anything.

Some made the bread

of forgetfulness...

and drank the wine

of cowardice. Tak.

Hey, you don't want to ride around

like that, Mr. Marinville.

That thing gets caught

up in your back wheel...

you're toast.

How'd that get like that?

It can't be.

I always check these buckles

before I get on the cycle.

It's the last thing I do.

Well, they say the memory's

the first thing to go.

What's that

supposed to mean?

What the hell is that?

That's a wolf!

Shoot it!

Ah, that's just a wild dog.

They're not dangerous.

Ordinarily.

Tak!

Tak ah lah!

Tak ah wah!

What the hell

did you say to it?

Is that some kind

of Indian dialect?

Well, it's a lot

older than that.

Now, since you can't

take care of yourself...

You big baby...

Hey.

Gosh.

Houston, we have a problem.

That's not mine.

You put that in there

when I was off doing my business.

Yeah.

Blame the cop, just like in

your lefty New York stories.

Tak.

Why do you keep

saying that?

Why do you keep

saying "tak"?

I didn't say tak.

You said tak.

You say tomato,

I say tomat-oh.

You say potato,

I say potat-ah.

What the hell's

the matter with you?

Tomato...

Tomat-oh.

Potato.

Potat-oh.

# let's call

the whole thing off #

My nose!

That's not all I'll break.

My children of the desert.

Can toi.

What music they make.

Get up!

On your feet, Lord Jim.

Upsa-daisy, you

worthless piece of crap.

You've been redefined.

Watch what you're

doing to me.

Shut up!

You're in my house now!

You're in the house

of the wolf and the scorpion...

and don't you forget it!

You really did wet

your pants this time.

You're a sorry excuse

for a writer...

and you're a sorry

excuse for a man.

Your whole life is a lie...

and I could just kill

you right here.

Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

No. No. No. No.

It's still showing.

I can still see it.

Cover it up more!

More, please.

Yes.

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